SYMPATHY FOR A BROTHER-IN-LAW (and others!)

I ask you, men, isn't it great!

For a joke God gave men a prostate;

It lies down below,

Like a debt it can grow

To ensure that our sleep will come late.

 

No rest can a man get at night,

Up peeing till dawn's early light.

Exhausted to lie

As the sun finds the sky,

Even then there's no let-up in sight.

 

Doctor, dear doctor - please, please...

Can you help with my personal ease?

There's no rest for me

No matter how hard I pee,

Or how hard I manage to squeeze.

 

Old chap, it's the state of your gland,

No wonder you feel less than grand.

I'll look close at it...

Maybe cut out a bit,

Now relax while I lend you a hand!

◄ LIVE ON!

MY LONDON ►

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John Coopey

Fri 20th Jan 2012 18:36

"Relax" is one of those words that commands the ooposite. Like "Don't panic!"

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